Letter to Hunter- 4 Months

Sweet baby boy,

I am writing this, at 10:41. Which means, that you have been asleep in your bed for about two and a half hours now. You are so many things, and independent is one of them! We started putting you down to sleep by yourself a few weeks ago. Some nights aren't so good, and some nights are great. From the living room we can you your coos and gurgles while you talk yourself to sleep. I am known for coming in at least two or three times to push the ocean button on your sleep sheep a) just to make sure that if you do wake, you will still hear your ocean sounds, and b) to soothe you while you sleep. Now realistically you are sleeping, and need no further soothing but I am your Momma and it makes me feel better, so there.

You are getting so big baby boy. Every day you loose a little more of the roundness that makes you a baby and you become more and more my little man. You break my heart! You do things like demands my attention and want to be held, only to push away and want to be free and standing. I let you as often as I can. Sitting is another fun game. Most times you start out great and slowly roll onto your side, and then your belly but it's cute to watch. To let me know you need me you flail your arms a lot and cry out for me. I really do notice the difference, in pick me ups and feed me nows! I always thought mom's were crazy that thought that!

Being your mommy's is my biggest joy. I love every moment I spend with you. I love watching you face scrunch up when you try something new and the way you wave your arms around to let me know you aren't done. I love your sweet smile, and the sounds you are forever making. I love that it sounds like you might say mama first and have no clue what it means. I love that you laugh now. It melts my heart that you laugh the most when we are laughing at you. It's like you acknowledge that you are hilarious, which you are.

We eagerly await all your other firsts. Your first crawl, your first steps. Little things like drinking out of a sippie cup or holding a spoon or feeding yourself cheerios. I crave the knowledge that I am doing my job and you are growing as you should.

Love you very much sugar, always and forever, from here to the moon and back...

Mommy